There's no damn business like show business - you have to smile to keep from throwing up.

I just want to show the fans my big smile and play the game that I love.

I like to smile. I smile even when I'm nervous since it calms me down and shows my friendliness.

In masks outrageous and austere, The years go by in single file But none has merited my fear, And none has quite escaped my smile.

Nothing beats a great smile.

When Whitney Houston died, I felt great sadness. My sadness, of course, was about our collective loss - when you listened to this nightingale sing, your body would drop into a chair, your head would tilt up, a small smile would creep across your face, and inside you knew that there was a higher power somewhere: gifted, beautiful, spiritual.

It is clear I was never the Pretty Girl. I had my two front teeth knocked out when I was 10 and didn't fix them until I was 19. I have a crooked smile and a nose that looks like it's been broken 12 times but never has been. My nose was always red, so people called me Rudolph. My whole face is off-center.

I feel like a little kid who just walked into a candy store. I think that's something to smile about.

Young women from a very young age are taught that life will be easier if you can just turn on the charming smile and say very little and be complacent and docile and sweet.

Whereas I used to get depressed or neurotic or dwell on things, I see my son's bright eyes and smile in the morning, and suddenly, I don't feel like I'm depressed anymore. There's nothing to be depressed about when you've got that.